Tollhouse Poems - Poems about Tollhouse

...My skin crawls as I watch a hand, disembodied, reach yet again into the Tollhouse bag. Bright, artificial yellow. It burns my eyes. Countless chocolate chips are shoveled down my gullet as if cr......

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...There is a place called beautiful nestled deep in my mind's eye Gingham curtains crisply pressed frame periwinkle summer sky Brass kettle on the old gas stove reflects cast iron pans And always at......

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